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Cape Dory is a debut swathed in love-struck naiveté — the kind of swooning, summery idealism that could result from, say, romantic companions spending eight months traveling along the Atlantic coastline together. And that’s exactly what Tennis (a/k/a Denver-rooted married couple Patrick Riley and Alaina Moore) did. That backstory explains Cape Dory’s excess of water-related imagery (“Bimini Bay,†“Long Boat Pass,†and “Seafarerâ€) and lovey-dovey lyrics (“Take me out, baby, I want to go sail tonight/I can see the ocean floor in the pale moonlightâ€). Still, Tennis make it all work, keeping their affection genuine even as they come perilously close to being saccharine and grating. Moore’s harmonized ooh-wooh-oohs rise like blasts of warm air, and the sparkling hooks give her croons an abundance of good material to work with. Don’t expect anything in terms of experimentation — this makes stellar mixtape fodder for an indie-pop prom night also scored by Dum Dum Girls and the Morning Benders. The timing of the release is a shame, though — it’s a soundtrack for days slaked by lemonade, not hot chocolate.